EARTH

#Three of four pieces that attempt to express an element as a mindset.

EARTH

Dust of my eyes; flecks of color that groan to dance on the wind. Salty tears like dreamy waves that lap the freckled white shores. Beach sand between toes and the laughter at momentarily un-shelled hermit crabs sidling the shore of a mysterious universe.

An amalgamation of earth: red clay of Georgia, black mud of Louisiana, dirt from a bare Cherokee sole, white grains of South Florida in my gritty glare and the phosphorus glow of a starchy Irish grin. I come from the earth; she is a mother who nurses me when I’m weak, and, he, a father who corrects me when I’m wrong. They give me a place to stand while I long for the sea and the sky. Strong gravitational embrace never fails to hold me steadfast.

Roots of my soul run deep. I flower with her vibrant colors, bloom in her vast palms, give fruit flavored by the spice of his unfathomable understanding. My earthen family never fails me; I never stray too far from home.

From mud caked palms of a little boy at play that fidget and flex beneath the old marble surface, to that surface, itself; the cooked clay of old age setting in. When I finally return to the womb that birthed me, I will rise again, with the tall thin Georgia pines that dress the mountaintops, crawl to cool depths in the belly of a worm and wash myself clean in the spray of the ocean. Life on Earth never ends. We’re just like those hermit crabs we giggle at. We just change our clothes every now and then, and walk on to the next piece of dirt we’ll call home.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem.
"Life on Earth never ends. We’re just like those hermit crabs we giggle at. We just change our clothes every now and then, and walk on to the next piece of dirt we’ll call home."
The above lines were amazing. The words true and solid. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote